Corporate enabling can
lead to deal tabling.
I had a boss. Let’s call him Bill.
His strongest suit was overkill.
This fellow foul
Did bellow, growl –
The underlings would sip the swill.
He’d call me in to script a speech.
We’d practice. I’d try not to preach.
But at the mic,
His rage would strike,
And Bill his ethics would impeach.
The audience of moguls, stars,
Would stagger swiftly to their cars
To take a hike,
No deal to strike.
Thus Bill was left without applause.
Ere long, his train went off the track,
This would-be king and crackerjack.
He blew his top
Without a stop.
Poor Bill, he had a heart attack.
His second was a quiet sort.
He led a solid, simpler court.
The business grew.
Well, gee, who knew
Success would come from cool comport?
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog
Challenge
#napowrimo
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